Tempting you – continued

I’m not sure how to link back to the previous story, but anyway this is the second part to Tempting you ?

<<<<>>>>

It’s 8:59.

You click the remote, turning on the television in your office. After a few clicks of your keyboard and mouse you welcome all parties to the video conference call. You finally sit at your desk and scoot the chair up close.

You don’t know it, but I’m hiding under your desk. I’ve been waiting for 15 minutes for you to sit, getting wet as I think about what I want to do. The meeting starts and you lean forward, your elbows on your desk. I hear the deep rumble of your voice and finger my naked pussy as I listen. You settle in more as you continue to speak and your legs widen under the desk. I slowly lift my hands to your thighs and run my hands along the hard muscles. You tense up, not expecting to be touched from under your desk. You reach down and touch the top of my head, running your hand through my hair. Leaning back a little you look down at me; I bite my lip and blink up at you, innocently.  You lean forward again, widening your legs to give me better access. Read more »

The Girl with the Blue Beanie (Part 2.) [Str8] [MF] [Public] [Fiction]

She suddenly looked up from her book, her large brown eyes locking onto his, her smirk transforming to a coy smile. He stood, frozen, in the middle of the aisle. She didn’t move either, but just kept staring at him, her eyes rooting him to the ground, and her grin causing his chest to fill with nervous excitement. Slowly, she bit her bottom lip, still smiling, and Zack decided he had underestimated this girl.

But that was okay, because Zack was perfectly fine with playing games with her all evening. He took another step, and a tiny giggle of excitement shot from the girls mouth before she managed to suppress it, pressing her lips together again. However, he didn’t walk straight up to her this time, but paused a couple of feet in front of her, and pulled out a book of his own, still maintaining eye contact with her. He decided to stand there with his book for as long as she did.

The girl with the blue beanie looked down from his face and watched him open his book. Zack glanced down at the book, and then looked up at her as her brown eyes flitted up to his again. Her smile had lessened somewhat. “Good,” thought Zack, and he grinned at her sarcastically before turning away and looking down at the open pages. Read more »

The Girl with the Blue Beanie (Part 1.) [Str8] [MF] [Public] [Fiction]

*I accidentally put a link in the post so I had to re-upload, sorry*

The evening sun hung low in the sky, bathing the buildings and trees that slowly passed by Zack as he strolled along the sidewalk in golden light, and causing them to cast long shadows over the ground. The cool air was still and quiet except for the sounds of birds chirping in the branches overhead, and besides the rare passing car, the streets were relatively empty. Zack walked alone, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his windbreaker, glancing up whenever a car passed by, and then looking back down towards the ground. His straight brown hair looked like he had recently had a haircut, and his beard was neatly trimmed, but that aside, it didn’t look like he was looking forward to anything. His brow slightly furrowed, his shoulders hunched, he didn’t even look up when he reached an intersection, but just turned left and kept walking. He knew where he was going. Read more »

The Older guy

In my late 20’s I travelled to the US for a bit of a working holiday after a bad breakup. I sold my exes ticket and traveled solo to the states. I stayed with friends and in back packer lodgings and met loads of other travellers. In Seattle I met a group heading to Anchorage for work and having no set plans myself, I thought why not?! Once there I gained some bar work and a cleaning gig on a part time basis and made more friends with both travellers and locals. My fellow cleaner, Pattie and I got along really well and I often went to theirs for meals and a sleep over. One night they had another friend over when I arrived, Malcolm. Malcolm was patties husbands boss and was around 60-65 I’d have guessed. He had a young vibe about him tho. He dressed nice, but it was more than that. It was his confidence, the way he held himself, the deepness and richness of his voice, his mannerisms and postures…..something. I felt my loins stir for the first time in months. I didn’t get it! Why him? I’d met some seriously cute guys from around the globe these last few months and hadn’t wanted any of them. But here i was, staring at a balding, smooth talking, elderly man and feeling my panties dampen. He barely glanced at me as he continued a conversation with Peter, Pattie’s husband,conly breaking off as patty herself approached, carrying two glasses and a bottle of white wine. Mal, this is Bec. Becs from Australia. Mal is Peter’s Manager at work and a dear friend of the family. Mal stretched out his hand and I stepped forward to take it. The stupid books now proved me wrong. The moment we touched i knew we were going to sleep together. The electricity felt real! I expected patty to notice and comment but she didn’t. I let go too fast in the heat of the moment and broke the connection. I automatically wanted to touch him again so I laughed and placed my hand on his forearm, resting it there as I apologized for ending the handshake so abruptly, but that I’d received a small shock. Must be a storm coming I imagine? I stuttered… Tripping over the words. Yes I believe there is alot if electricity about in the air this evening, stated Mal, smiling innocently, lovely to meet you Bec from down under. We chatted and flirted openly all night, feeling the sexual tension brewing. I was so wet by nights end it was ridiculous. Mal offered to drive me back to the motel, but Patty was quick to reassure Mal that I had a bed upstairs. I thanked him and maintained eye contact as I said maybe another time. Two days later Mal is outside my work when I finish. My heart skips and my stomach flipped over. He looked so handsome in his suit and coat, a proper hat on his head, perfectly fitted, standing so strong and assured. I waved as I approached, aware that I looked like I’d just finished a Friday shift. I was wondering if you’ve been to an ice hockey game since arriving in our fair country? Asked Mal in his resonous voice. My nephew is playing tonight and has given me sone tickets. If your interested, I’d love to be your first hockey game narrator? I laughed and agreed immediately. He offered to drop me back at the motel and said he’d pick me up at the same place in three hours. It was just after three pm. Climbing into his immaculate truck, with its heated seats and rumbling engine, felt a bit like climbing into trouble. As I buckled up, Mal watched me intently. He suddenly asked how old are you? ’24, why?’Just curious, he replied as he put the truck in gear and pulled away. The chatter on the drive was limited to his nephew and his progress thru the ice hockey ranks and the rigorous training he’d put in. I barely listened as I wondered if I’d be alone with this man tonight? Would he try to kiss me good night? Was this a date? Would I kiss him tonight? Do I want to do this at all? Why am I here if not?
Six pm came faster, but excruciatingly longer than I thought possibe. I heard the rumbling truck from the garden court i was waiting in, and met him as he parked.’ All ready?’, he called, helping my into the truck. ‘Sure am’ I replied as he swung my door closed. By the time we got to the ice rink, my pussy was already soaked. ‘We’re meeting some friends here too. They are more work colleagues than friends but still. I hope that’s OK?’ I was instantly disappointed, realizing I’d have to share him with others now and I may have even pouted a little. Aloud I mumbled my aquience and followed him into the crowd. We meet up with another couple of about forty or so and a guy around my age. We had a good night despite my ignorance if the game and I laughed a lot. We all crossed the street and went to a tavern to have a drink and wait for mals nephew to out in an appearance as promised. An hour or so later the player arrives and receives his praise and worship before him and the fellow my age start taking about night clubs. They both look at me and ask if I’d like to go too? As I decline the offer I see a look pass between the guys. I know the couple have been sus to what I’m doing with Mal, at one point the lady asked me my age even, but the younger guy didn’t seem fazed, almost like he didn’t notice. Now he was watching me intently. As I declined, the boys swapped a knowing look and smiled before turning away to look at the other couple. The male grinned but the lady looked disgusted. I didn’t give two shits. After that, everyone went their separate ways, the young ones clubbing the couple home to the kids and us, well we just drove. I’d enjoyed playing up to Mal in front of the couple. I knew she thought I was a slut and probably thought I was after his money or something, but I didn’t care. I could tell the husband was jealous af and I don’t think that helped his wife like me any more either. The younger guy showed no judgment until with his friend at the end of the night, then looking down on me. But again, I didn’t care. I had Mal alone. And he didn’t seem in any hurry to take me back either. He pointed out places of interest as we drove, and I duly noted them. After awhile we left the city and the outside became darkness,broken by other drivers, small clusters of houses or occasional farms. Mal took turns and seemed to know where to go. As he drove, I reached across and placed my hand on his trouser leg. He didn’t move but glanced at me. I rubbed his leg firmly, moving slightly higher, closer. ‘I’m seventy ya know” he stated. I was slightly shocked but, well, it didn’t change the attraction. I smiled and licked my lips. Suddenly we’re pulling up and Mals seatbelt is off before I have a chance to realize we’re stopped. His mouth searches out mine and his tongue probes my mouth. His hands are everywhere at once and I have no chance to feel him or register the sensation before he’s moved again. I gently push him away and tell him wait, as I catch my breath. ‘push your seat back’ I tell Mal as I try to find a comfortable position to be able to suck his dick. He’s only half hard when I pull him from his pants, but I enjoy feeling a cock come to life in my mouth, so I set to task immediately. I take just his head in my mouth and roll my tounge around it and across the tip. I feel like giving head is the ultimate powertrip for me, I love it and if I didn’t get so frustrated myself, I’d suck cock every day. I suck Mals dick in and feel it swelling like magic, suddenly it’s twice what he was. Suddenly I’m doubtful of taking that thing. Mal has really gotten into this now and is pushing at the back of my head to force me down on him again, while holding my throat to feel me swallow. He pushes me onto him and I gag as he hits my throat. He pulls me back and as soon as the clenching let’s go, he pushes me back down again, so I slowly take him further each time. I suprise myself and this makes me determined to go further again,resisting the gag reflex as i feel his cock in my throat again, swallowing against it. As I’m doing this my ass is in the air. I can feel my dripping pussy and I ache to have my clit touched. Using one hand I undo my jeans and mange to get my jeans to my knees, whilst still sucking on mals dick. Mal sees what I’m doing and helps get them down. His hand cups my ass and feels me up. He strokes my legs and back, working his hand to my bra that’s still intact at this point. Mals other hand helps to unhook the bra and I stop sucking to remove the rest of my clothing. I stay kneeling on the car seat while Mal stares at me. My breasts are a 16c in Australia, not sure what that is US, but just over a large handful is what I consider them to be. Still mostly perky, but the southern drag is evident. I love playing with them myself. Mal slowly reached out and cups my breast, first one, then both hands cupping one each. His thumbs circle my nipples as I watch him play with me. When he gently squeezes them, I moan softly and close my eyes to savour the feelings. I gasp when his hot tongue touches and covers my hardened nipple. I open my eyes to see Mal let my nipple slip between his lips as he swaps sides, now cupping my tit with his thumb and index finger as he guides my nipple into his waiting mouth. Again I moan and he rolls my nipple between his teeth before sucking deeply on my breast, making me arch toward him. His fingers work my other nipple and I can feel my pussy reacting. I push him away and dive back down in his cock when he sits back. I feel him fight me for a second before giving in to the sensations again. His fingers seek out my nipples and he begins caressing my tits as I lick his balls into my mouth. His other hand is stroking my ass and making a beeline to my cunt. I’m so wet by this point I think he’ll be shocked, but his fingers don’t hesitate and on finding my wetnes, quickly have my clit wet and aching. Mal suddenly pushes me up right and opens his door. He’s out and around my side so fast I don’t know what is going on! Mal grabs my jeans and pulls them off my feet. He opens the back door and simply lifts me from the front seat and places me into the back seat, naked legs wrapped around his waist. He closes the doors and pushes me back before rubbing his fingers between my legs, spreading my lips open, slipping a finger in as he slides over my clit. I’m so wet that I’m almost embarrassed, but there isn’t much I can do about it, I’m horny. Mal slides two fingers in me quick and pushes in hard, I gasp again. His head comes forward and he licks my clit quickly but firmly, making my body jump and my clit ache more! His fingers slide out, then in again hard, getting faster before he pulls them out while he licks me again, this time eating my pussy too, pushing his tongue inside me, I can feel his heat deep in me. His fingers are on my clit, rubbing and flicking, bring forth involuntary jumps and moans, my body crying for release. His fingers and tongue swap places, three fingers pushing in and out of me rhythmically as his tounge grinds my clit,my orgasm building fast. Mal stays focused and I rolled with his rough hands, enjoying feeling my cunt used. I feel myself climbing, my clit becoming increasingly sensitive, but craving the touch. I buck my hips and lose control as I cum. I feel my pussy clenching and tugging at his fingers and the immense release as the climax let’s go. Mals mouth is on me and brings me down gently, fingers now just gently probing me and playing in my wetness. Least we’ve got the awkward first time over with……sort of.

[MF] Close Encounters of the Target Kind, pt. II

So after finishing my [Target shopping experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/84dh34/close_encounters_of_the_target_kind_mf/), I realized that I did not have Neesa’s number or anyway to contact her. She never reached out to me and a year or so had passed since the original meeting. I had thought of the encounter often but didn’t dwell on it. There were other hook ups to be had!

My old business card, which I had handed out, had my personal cell number on it as I used one card for two jobs because I was lazy and a wallet can only carry so many items. No one ever utilized my personal cell phone so I ended up removing it from the card and eventually got a corporate phone to boot so it was a surprise to receive a text from an unknown number late at night.

I was sitting in the graduate library of the college I was getting my Masters degree from, studying for some business accounting class that was much more difficult than it should have been when my phone went off.

“Is this JH3JH3?”

I assumed it was a classmate, looking for us to join in so I fired back an assertive “Yup.” Read more »

[blkmail][mast][ff][spank][reluc] – Old Enough to Know Better.

I’m Robin Goodfellow. I write stories for people based on their fantasies in exchange for orange envelopes and upvotes. Yes, I’m needy, no I’m not sorry. There’s a whole cornucopia of carnal curiosities in my post history.

If this titillates or terrifies or troubles you, PM me, help relieve my all-encompassing ennui.

———–

A premium rate text number costs about $50 to set up and then about $40 per month. Best money I ever spent. The game works like this:

The room is dimly lit so that the girl in front of the laptop is cast in a stark blue light, all shadows and sharp angles. The low light levels cause the webcam image to pixellate and sputter, turning black whenever she leans away from the screen to reach for her drink. I assume her name is Stephanie, but she calls herself Steph. Her long brown hair frames her face and spills over her shoulders and breasts. She purses her lips thoughtfully as the next challenge flashes onscreen: _Turn around and wiggle your butt at the screen: 25 points_. Read more »

A monster hunter makes a feline alliance [F][fantasy]

”As many times as we go here this place never stops being revolting.” The hunter muttered beneath the helmet and pulled a boot out of what might just be monster excrement if luck was on their side. “Whoever named this place the rotten vale really hit the nail on the head so let’s get out of here as soon as we can right champ?”

The hunter’s trusty Palico didn’t respond, just inspected the desolate landscape from the top of an old rib cage.

“Find any sign of them?” The hunter asked and kneeled down next to the small feline as the Palico pointed at a carving half covered in dirt and worse on a massive discarded old bone. “Alright let’s see if its enough for the scoutflies to get a scent through this stench.” The hunter noted and waded over to the bone and dug the carving free. “Looks kind of like you.” The hunter noted back to the Palico that looked on from the rib still. With a private smirk the hunter held forth the scoutfly cage and the small glowing critters buzzed around the carving of a feline creature for a few moments before taking off. “We’ve got a scent, let’s go!” The hunter called with renewed excitement and took off running after the flies. Read more »

ABC party! [Mf]

Hey boys (and the shy girls). Been a while since i posted so how about a quickie? I’m on my phone again (laying in my fwb’s bed. He came and passed out) so let’s just damn autocorrect out of the gate: duck you, autocorrect!!

Okay so this is but first month of college. I visit a girl friend at a nearby school known for its parties. The theme is ABC enough stands for anything but clothes. I think you get the idea. So I thought long and hard about my costume because I didn’t want to be the freshman with a shitty costume. I finally figured I’d make my outfit out of… Victoria’s secret bags. You know, the pink striped ones women carry in the mall.forcing you to imagine if they bought dirty lingerie or something bland, then imagine them in the dirty stuff? Those bags. Plus I thought it was clever. Read more »

A Helping Hand for My Roomie [MF] [cheating]

Morgan’s high-pitched moans drifted into my bedroom from across the hallway. Her bedframe squeaked with each deep thrust of her boyfriend’s cock. I pictured her tight 21-year-old body and pale skin as I heard his hand slapping her ass. As she whimpered, I wondered if he took advantage of the brown leather collar that she often wore around her neck, or whether he pulled on her dreads.

“Choke me, Alex!” her voice grew louder and broke as she cried out. Alex grunted and moaned. I couldn’t help but stroke myself as I stared up at the moonlight pouring through the windows on the high ceilings over my bed, listening to my roommate and her boyfriend cum together.

When morning came, Alex was nowhere to be found. I made coffee and sat down in my chair. My iMac was barely awake when I heard the sound of Morgan’s footsteps on the stairs, looking over to find that she was leaning against one of the french doors that led to my office. Her blue and purple hair was disshoveled, and she wore a black Minus the Bear shirt that might as well have been the world’s shortest dress. I found myself staring at the faint outline of her nipples. Read more »

[MFM] Experiences in Polyamory – A Weekend in the Country

First Story [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/83qsj2/mff_fm_experiences_in_polyamory_getting_to_know/)

After a summer of seeing each other only a few times, Jen and her husband, Doug invited my wife, Kelly and I to spend the weekend at their place in the country. During the drive out to the horse farm they lived on, Kelly and I were super excited and kept talking about the possibilities and different fantasies we had that involved another couple. We also kept telling each other to keep the expectations in check. That if the only things that happened all weekend were hanging out and board games, that was just great.

We got to their place in the mid-evening, having left after work on Friday. Jen and Doug were putting the finishing touches on a late dinner. Jen showed us around their apartment. It was the upper level of the horse barn, but is much nicer than it sounds. The main area was large and open and included the kitchen, living and dining rooms. Off of that were two bedrooms and the bathroom. Jen led us to the smaller of the two bedrooms and said it was ours for the weekend. Read more »